I have not posted for awhile….and Christine has very ably entertained us with her excellent writing and creative artistic skills (but I refuse to be intimidated!)
Seriously, my 95 year old Dad has been in declining health and passed away last week. I have found that during this time of his fading from us, I have gravitated to my fiber room and have plugged into hooking and braiding projects which require technical skill but little else, nothing new and innovative but satisfying none the less. It was satisfying to have my hands busy with little thought while my mind wandered or worried.
I made a couple of braided bowls with hooked bottoms out of my hand dyed stretch velvet. I think the soft and stretchy velvet added to the tactile satisfaction.
After his passing we had to go to our coast house (where the large Hit and Miss rug is happily enjoying itself) to supervise some serious tree removal. We now have some serious wood chip mulch distribution in our futures.
As always, I take a small bin of fabric, hooks, needles, threads. I found myself braiding, braiding, braiding….without really anything concrete in mind.
And the patterned selvage round: mat or basket?: butted or continuous?: and how to end? In the end I attached the butted row with double corners to give a simple Lunette Border effect although done with double corners to anchor (pg 116 of Combining Rug Hooking and Braiding, McDermet, Manges, Tobias) and I fudged and used the uneven length to hang it in a bedroom with maroon bedding and furniture.
And before I knew it, I ended up with 3 small items for the house.
The act of braiding gave my hands activity while my mind could wander in all sorts of directions, mainly about my dad. It was pure pleasure, especially after his passing because the mind began to regain the good memories from years past, not the more recent unhealthy memories. These items are not my best for sure, but the journey to finish them provided the calm I needed for reflection and healing.